Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Final Touch T_T

Every time as I walk pass her class
With excitement I would look through the glass
Just to admire her natural smile
Even if it is only for a little while
Memories of her is like a song
Always unfailingly inspiring my heart to be strong
Everything around me changes so fast
Promises that have been made never last
Surprisingly without a word, you left
Eventually leaving me behind bereft

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